ellipsis, period, question mark
Dear Period,
I don't remember much about the last time you were here. About the only thing I do remember is how you muttered something about going to the store for some M&Ms and an issue of Bust. And then I never heard from you again.
Until now.
What makes you think you can just flow on back into my life? You were last here months and months ago. I've moved on since then. While I did keep a supply of pads under the bathroom sink, that was more or less a talisman to keep you away--I feared that the moment I got rid of my Always, you'd come and catch me unprepared (I remember how you always liked to do that). That, and I wasn't going to get rid of something that was still theoretically useful. Especially with the prices of menstruation products the way they are. (Yeah, yeah--I know about reusable cups and pads. There are just certain things--like dealing with cups in a public restroom and doing endless loads of laundry--that I'm not willing to do just yet.) You're just not worth that much.
Since I've moved on, why can't you? I'm sure that there's a female out there for you. Maybe it's the 12-year-old who's overly optimistic about becoming a woman. Or the hippie feminist chick who paints with your blood and refers to you as her "moontime." Or a fourth grade teacher in Colorado. There's plenty of fish in the sea. It just so happens that I am not one of them.
Never yours,
Cinemagirl.
I don't remember much about the last time you were here. About the only thing I do remember is how you muttered something about going to the store for some M&Ms and an issue of Bust. And then I never heard from you again.
Until now.
What makes you think you can just flow on back into my life? You were last here months and months ago. I've moved on since then. While I did keep a supply of pads under the bathroom sink, that was more or less a talisman to keep you away--I feared that the moment I got rid of my Always, you'd come and catch me unprepared (I remember how you always liked to do that). That, and I wasn't going to get rid of something that was still theoretically useful. Especially with the prices of menstruation products the way they are. (Yeah, yeah--I know about reusable cups and pads. There are just certain things--like dealing with cups in a public restroom and doing endless loads of laundry--that I'm not willing to do just yet.) You're just not worth that much.
Since I've moved on, why can't you? I'm sure that there's a female out there for you. Maybe it's the 12-year-old who's overly optimistic about becoming a woman. Or the hippie feminist chick who paints with your blood and refers to you as her "moontime." Or a fourth grade teacher in Colorado. There's plenty of fish in the sea. It just so happens that I am not one of them.
Never yours,
Cinemagirl.